flower blooming into darkness
Poetry

Keep the car running, I’m cold

His fingers dance in her outstretched palm
Each one, a kiss on her skin

They sit in comfortable silence
Not sure what to say but not yet ready to leave

She smiles. He wonders what that means.
Her fingers dance on his outstretched palm

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Poetry, Thoughts

NaPoWriMo

So I just found out about NaPoWriMo, and I’m wondering how I came this far in life without knowing it.

I know I’m five days late, but I think I’m going to participate. I’ll try to step up my game and double up on five days so I end up with 30 poems at the end of the month.

So follow for some intense poetry this month!

HRG